Wessex
some turn to dust or to gold, but you will remember me
A wave of guilt tsunamis over the Wraith, as she tries to send a pulse of apology, comfort, and regret towards the Flood. She’d bumbled her way into pain again, with that single-minded focus of hers. I’m sorry, she adds. I forgot. Time’s run everything together. Which is to say that it both seems like forever ago and not that he’d fought the Hak Etme thing. He’s able to move on - or at least change the topic - and the Wraith is only a step behind him. A general sense of agreement drifts up from the kitsune as she pauses to look into a particularly dark enclosure. Safrin’s Library, perhaps? The Atheneum’s got nothin’ and I tried the Archives here. Nothing popped out, so… she sighs. If you wanted to try there, y’know, in all your free time, I could probably tackle Tanau myself. Divide and conquer. Given their history, he might be more willing to help her.
